Black Nail Blues
I don't have bodies just bodies of work
People are scared that I get lost in my work
I was 15 when I knew I was never put first
If they start from the ground up I clawed up from the dirt
Cause I done been through hell but I got sauce from the curse
I'm a faggot and I yell it, so there's no calling me slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents since like '01
Shorty wanna roll one popping xans, who sold em
16 bars but trust me I could go on
They said fuck a conscious rapper the kids just wanna party
But I can bump Doom, and I bump Carti
I can bus down on a thotty still talk bout oil lobby's
And people wonder why they forgot me
These are the Black nail blues, say our generation doomed
When I turn on the news, I flip the channel and snooze
Marriage legal for me, and it's legal for you
But I'll be goddamned if I say that I do
Nah, that's gay, pause
I don't know shit bout sports, but I'm still ballin like the playoffs
Bitches know I'm dead inside, still talking like a seance
I rap, produce, act, mix and master, and I play god
I don't start any beef though so my shooters all got laid off
I'm smoking in some slip on vans, plugs know to keep the lace off
Mental health slipping, but bitch I'm still in it
I'm like a white Kanye, but I ain't let em finish
Got cards so I'm playing close to the chest, who gon know me best
I showed up at pride to represent
In a hoodie and some jeans and all the sudden I'm overdressed
I'm either too gay or straight and they wonder why I'm depressed
Cozy cozy people acting like they know me
but they never was the homie lemme say my damn testimony
Got some fake chains and you really think you flexing on me
Then I see you out here all happy and shit, damn
These are the Black nail blues, say our generation doomed
When I turn on the news, I flip the channel and snooze
Marriage legal for me, and it's legal for you
But I'll be goddamned if I say that I do
Cozy cozy in your top five white dudes
Drop a sixteen but all people see is haikus
People say take it day by day but that's just how time moves
I'm a cracker in the ritz like a cracker
Quit the chatter you ain't really good rappers, you just happen to be rapping faster
And listen to them stumble when you ask who owns their masters
Fight, or flight, or climb, and they'd prolly choose the latter
But me, I got wings some talons and a beak
So I can do all three like a groupie y'all just weak
I'm just a solid seven does it all and makes beats
And gets anxiety at parties and thinks that I'm unique
Since I was in the carriage got a couple quirks
Like bad fucking marriage, just tryna make it work
Black nail blues, people saying I need some church
So before people try to make me question my damn worth
Who the hell you think you are?
Two, three, four
I ain't seen you since like June June June aye
Pull up on your homies what it do do do aye
Opps like gonna ask me what I move, move, move, aye
Couple fucking albums are you new, new, new aye
Cause I'm vague, not vogue
Got some bricks a couple sticks and a ton of hoes
I ain't talking guns or coke I'm talkin pigs cause baby I'm a wolf
Couple racks later and I spent it all on clothes
New polo looking like I'm playin holes
Filling up a void cause baby I'm alone
And the world is so cold but my wrist still on froze
You know how it goes
Girl don't call me daddy, call me Amadeus
I'm a rapper, tortured genius, narcissistic, and a sadist
Lil damn crackers tryna tell me how to change shit
Then they try to tell me that they'll see me when I'm famous
Who the hell you think you are
People are scared that I get lost in my work
I was 15 when I knew I was never put first
If they start from the ground up I clawed up from the dirt
Cause I done been through hell but I got sauce from the curse
I'm a faggot and I yell it, so there's no calling me slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents since like '01
Shorty wanna roll one popping xans, who sold em
16 bars but trust me I could go on
They said fuck a conscious rapper the kids just wanna party
But I can bump Doom, and I bump Carti
I can bus down on a thotty still talk bout oil lobby's
And people wonder why they forgot me
These are the Black nail blues, say our generation doomed
When I turn on the news, I flip the channel and snooze
Marriage legal for me, and it's legal for you
But I'll be goddamned if I say that I do
Nah, that's gay, pause
I don't know shit bout sports, but I'm still ballin like the playoffs
Bitches know I'm dead inside, still talking like a seance
I rap, produce, act, mix and master, and I play god
I don't start any beef though so my shooters all got laid off
I'm smoking in some slip on vans, plugs know to keep the lace off
Mental health slipping, but bitch I'm still in it
I'm like a white Kanye, but I ain't let em finish
Got cards so I'm playing close to the chest, who gon know me best
I showed up at pride to represent
In a hoodie and some jeans and all the sudden I'm overdressed
I'm either too gay or straight and they wonder why I'm depressed
Cozy cozy people acting like they know me
but they never was the homie lemme say my damn testimony
Got some fake chains and you really think you flexing on me
Then I see you out here all happy and shit, damn
These are the Black nail blues, say our generation doomed
When I turn on the news, I flip the channel and snooze
Marriage legal for me, and it's legal for you
But I'll be goddamned if I say that I do
Cozy cozy in your top five white dudes
Drop a sixteen but all people see is haikus
People say take it day by day but that's just how time moves
I'm a cracker in the ritz like a cracker
Quit the chatter you ain't really good rappers, you just happen to be rapping faster
And listen to them stumble when you ask who owns their masters
Fight, or flight, or climb, and they'd prolly choose the latter
But me, I got wings some talons and a beak
So I can do all three like a groupie y'all just weak
I'm just a solid seven does it all and makes beats
And gets anxiety at parties and thinks that I'm unique
Since I was in the carriage got a couple quirks
Like bad fucking marriage, just tryna make it work
Black nail blues, people saying I need some church
So before people try to make me question my damn worth
Who the hell you think you are?
Two, three, four
I ain't seen you since like June June June aye
Pull up on your homies what it do do do aye
Opps like gonna ask me what I move, move, move, aye
Couple fucking albums are you new, new, new aye
Cause I'm vague, not vogue
Got some bricks a couple sticks and a ton of hoes
I ain't talking guns or coke I'm talkin pigs cause baby I'm a wolf
Couple racks later and I spent it all on clothes
New polo looking like I'm playin holes
Filling up a void cause baby I'm alone
And the world is so cold but my wrist still on froze
You know how it goes
Girl don't call me daddy, call me Amadeus
I'm a rapper, tortured genius, narcissistic, and a sadist
Lil damn crackers tryna tell me how to change shit
Then they try to tell me that they'll see me when I'm famous
Who the hell you think you are
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Writer(s): Henry Wing
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